Chapter 18
Author: Maddison
last update2026-09-14 00:00:32

The air in the subterranean expanse was so thin it felt brittle, capable of snapping under the weight of a single, ill-timed thought. Renvar lay sprawled across the obsidian floor, his body a map of ruin. He felt the cold not merely as a sensation on his skin, but as a predatory force, creeping through his pores to seize the very marrow of his bones. Every second he remained immobile, the ice claimed a little more territory.

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